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The polar bear struck the polished metal disk on his desk with a smooth granite ball, signaling his decision.

“Kisabo, for the crime of murder, I judge you guilty."

Kisabo didn't raise his head from where he stood in the middle of the room. The zebra simply stared at the floor, the judge's verdict washing over him. There had never been a doubt, really. The tavern had been full when Kisabo lost his temper and struck the dingo who'd been annoying him.

One hit from the zebra had been fatal when the zebra struck the other fur's temple. Falling neck first into the bar hadn't helped. Kisabo barely remembered the event, blurred from alcohol and exhaustion. He didn't remember aiming anywhere in particular, or wanting to kill the dingo. It didn't matter anymore.

Voices that had risen to a murmur at the judgment in the room behind the zebra quickly stilled again as the judge continued to speak.

“The punishment for this crime has several sentences in the law, from five years of imprisonment, to death. Kisabo, you were judged by witnesses to have committed the act of murder in a crime of passion." The zebra finally looked up to meet the polar bear's eyes, daring to let hope stir in his chest. The severe expression on the ursine's face dispelled all notions of mercy.

“However, reports from your neighbors and town officials note that you have repeatedly - and violently - attacked others when deep in drink. This is not the first time you have appeared before me for similar reasons, including the death of Gimo before this. Time in prison and work sentences have done nothing to curb your appetite for spirits and violence, and you have proven yourself incapable of being trusted to hold back your blows."

Kisabo closed his eyes. He knew he wasn't going to like this.

“Kisabo, for the repeated crimes of killing while intoxicated, and your previous crimes of similar violent nature, I sentence you to death."

A soft sigh sounded from the audience, but no gasps of surprise were heard. Kisabo's shoulders slumped. He was the fool then, for letting himself believe he'd be granted mercy again. Then the zebra squared his shoulders and looked up.

“When's the date then? A dawn appointment with the gallows?"

A couple people chuckled behind him in the room, but judging by the somewhat condescending expressions he saw on the people in front of him, the zebra doubted they were laughing at his joke.

The polar bear looked down at him with a frown from where he sat. “Your wit is not appreciated here, Kisabo, and incorrect in any case. Doubtless you've spent your free time drinking, and not paying attention to the announcements coming from the capitol."

“What announcements?"

“Well over a month ago, the announcement was made that there are to be no more gallows in the kingdom of Amaranth, nor any other method for legal execution. All those sentenced to death shall be escorted to the capitol, there…" Here the judge paused for a moment, and Kisabo swore he saw something like pity in the old anthro's eyes. Rich, coming from the man who had sentenced him to this fate.

“Get on with it," Kisabo snapped.

The judge cleared his throat and continued. “There in the capitol, all such criminals sentenced to death will be executed by our new king, the lord dragon Felix, and digested."

Kisabo stared up at the white furred bear in his high seat for a moment, then looked around the room. Many people were looking away from him, but the few that did meet his eyes just shook their heads, appearing more annoyed with his lack of knowledge than the dire announcement which had been made.

“You're joking." The zebra's flat voice was met with silence in the chamber, until one horse stood up near the back.

“No joke about it, friend. Your honor," the horse turned to address the judge. Kisabo noticed that the horse was wearing rather plain clothes, but stylized with a curious symbol like wings on the upper right side of his shirt. “I'll be taking him now, with your permission. No sense waiting now the sentence is passed."

“Taking me? Taking me where?" Kisabo asked, swinging around to look at the judge.

“You don't listen very well, do you?" The horse had moved quickly and quietly right up behind the now doomed zebra. Kisabo started as a firm grip closed around his upper arm. “I'm taking you to the dragon."

This time, the zebra swore he saw a hint of fear in the polar bear's eyes above him as they turned away.

It didn't take long for everything to be arranged. Kisabo wasn't allowed to gather his possessions, after all. It had been decided earlier in the trial that it would all go to the family of his latest victim. The horse now escorting Kisabo had introduced himself as Restares, a knight in the service of the realm. His job was to bring the zebra right into the palace and deliver him into the dragon's waiting jaws.

The zebra was still processing this idea. The gallows he'd been expecting. A short drop and sudden stop. It would all have been less than a day from now. Instead, they were preparing for a three day ride to the capitol for him to be digested, and the rest of the town was going about their lives like it was totally ordinary.

The horse escorting him was loading up a pack mule for their trip. It had a rather large amount of supplies for a three day journey, but Kisabo found he couldn't muster the energy to care much. He stood there, chained to a post in the stables as he waited. His wrists had been bound together in front of him with manacles, and an iron collar was fastened around his throat. More fetters wrapped his ankles, but they had been left unconnected for now. The reason became apparent as Restares led a feral horse over to the zebra.

“Mount up," the knight said. He was already detaching the criminal's chain from the post nearby.

It was an awkward affair, more so given Kisabo's unfamiliarity with riding ferals. Restares had to help him clamber into the saddle. Once up there, Restares held up the end of the chain which connected to his iron collar.

“Best way we've found to keep you all secure on the ride," the horse said with a grin. He threaded the chain through some hole on the front of the saddle and fiddled with it. “You won't be able to go more than say, ten feet from Melinda here." The knight patted the mare's neck as he chained the zebra to her. She snorted and tossed her head.

“You're chaining me to my horse for the whole trip?"

“Most of it, anyway. I might chain you to a tree when I feel like it."

“Couldn't I just, ride off?" Kisabo kicked himself as soon as he said it, but it was too obvious a question not to think of.

“Not unless you're a much better rider than I think you are. Besides, Melinda here is Jupiter's mate, and she doesn't go far from him."

Kisabo followed Restares' gaze and saw a feral roan stallion pawing the dirt, saddled and ready. Satisfied with Kisabo's bindings, the knight walked over and mounted his own horse in a single smooth motion. He clicked his tongue and Kisabo's mount started walking forward without any motion from the zebra.

The two of them walked out onto the main road and headed west, towards the capitol. Kisabo hadn't expected teary goodbyes given his reason for leaving. But it was uncanny how everyone's eyes slid over him like he didn't exist. People in the street stepped out of the way of the horses without acknowledgement. They called greetings over the traveler's heads, and basically ignored them until they rode out of town.

“Didn't expect you to care much for their goodbyes, given how you beat a couple of them to death."

Kisabo turned his head to regard the knight. The horse wore a sardonic smirk as he rode easily in the saddle. The zebra's own inept posture betrayed his inexperience with riding.

“I had friends here. But not one of them was there. Not at the jail, trial, or my walk out of town."

“Probably trying to distance themselves from a criminal convicted of murder and sentenced to death."

“You sure they're not out here? Waiting to ambush you and set me free."

“Very sure."

The horse's smug expression never faltered, never shifted. The zebra felt hatred boil in him at that smarmy confidence. The possibility of rescue by his friends was the only thing that had given him comfort. Surely Oluyemi wouldn't leave him to this fate? Or Eghosa - she'd told him she'd never had a man like him before. That was worth something, right?

“They're all getting drunk at the tavern, friend. They're not coming to save you."

Kisabo closed his eyes. “I'm not your friend."

“Maybe. But you're not really a person anymore, either. So I can't use your name, but I have to call you something."

The zebra didn't respond to the jibe, and eventually Restares clicked his tongue again and the two of them moved into a slow canter. The two of them had left a little before noon, and they didn't talk much after that first meeting. It was early summer, and the days were long.

It felt like an eternity before the knight finally called a halt. He'd allowed the zebra to drink water, but no other stops. As he swung off the mare and nearly planted his muzzle in the grass by the side of the road, the zebra winced at the uncomfortable soreness in his ass from the ride. He glanced at the knight. No trouble for him, obviously.

“I've got to piss," Kisabo told him.

“You want permission to pull your dick out or something?" Restares asked without turning as he began pulling the saddle off his stallion.

“I want you to unhook me from this feral so I can go."

“Not a chance. You got ten feet of chain. And she'll walk with you a little bit, if you don't go far."

Kisabo spit into the grass towards the knight and walked towards the treeline just off the edge of the trail. He had to tug, but the mare reluctantly wandered with him. Standing at the edge of the undergrowth, the zebra slipped his ragged cloth pants under his balls and sighed at the relief as let go.

Restares was damn quiet for such a large anthro, but Kisabo still heard him as the stallion walked up next to Kisabo and released his own stream. The knight's sigh of relief could have been twin to the zebra's, and he frowned as he found himself annoyed at this brief connection.

The zebra finished first and turned away, watching with mild interest as Restares just kept going. A thought blossomed in his mind as his manacles clanked pulling his pants up. The knight was exposed, unaware, unsuspecting. The burly zebra didn't let himself think more. He lunged forward, whipping the chain connecting his wrists over the horse's thick neck. That was as far as he got.

Restares reacted immediately, ducking his muzzle into his right shoulder. The chain caught on his chin, keeping his windpipe clear. As Kisabo yanked his wrists back to try and choke the horse, the knight leaned forward, pulling the zebra off balance with the sheer difference in their strength. Restares finished the brief struggle with a savage elbow driving backwards just under Kisabo's sternum.

All the air left the zebra's lungs, and he stumbled back to land on the ground. He wasn't sure when the knight had gotten free of the chain around the horse's throat, but his arms were wrapped around his abdomen now, still manacled. Kisabo looked up just in time to get kicked in the face by Restares. Vision flashed white, then slowly resolved into their chosen campsite, lit by the setting sun.

He became aware Restares was speaking to him. “..usually works, having my back to somebody like you. I'm glad you didn't drag it out, waiting for the 'ideal moment'."

Kisabo tried to speak, but his abs clenched and he just coughed weakly, struggling to breathe still.

“Take this as a lesson, friend. You're not the first murderer I've escorted. I outweigh you, and I can damn sure outfight you."

Hooves thudded into the ground, the vibration coming through Kisabo's left ear pressed into the ground. Restares stepped in front of the twilight sun, directly into Kisabo's view. His form was a dark blur through the tears of pain in the zebra's eyes.

“Now, you interrupted me mid piss, but I'm enjoying your sniveling too much to move. Here's a little reminder who's on top."

Kisabo heard the words, but they didn't make sense to him until he felt a warm stream hitting his shoulder. Hot urine streamed down both sides of his body as the zebra curled up, unable to stand and moaning in pain.

“I'd keep your mouth shut unless you're thirsty, bitch. I think that's a better name for you than 'friend', don't you think?"

Kisabo had never been so humiliated in his life. Beaten, knocked down, and now pissed on by a stallion. Finally he felt the stream die to a trickle that dripped down his arms and moved off his body.

“Stand up, bitch."

Kisabo didn't move. A sudden pressure on his neck made him gasp, his head jerking up as Restares yanked on the chain connected to his collar.

“I said stand," he growled.

Wincing, the zebra uncurled himself and stumbled to his hooves, moving faster when Restares pulled the chain tighter. His vision was recovering, the tears falling from his eyes as he shook his head. He saw the knight standing in front of him, clothes barely rumpled. His pants were still pulled down under his own heavy stallion nuts, showing his sheath. Kisabo eyed it with hatred.

“Shake my sheath off for me, bitch. I don't want piss all over me like some kind of worm, rolling in the mud."

Kisabo locked eyes with the horse, his lips peeling back to reveal his teeth, but Restares yanked on the chain again, pulling the zebra in close.

“Do it."

His eyes still locked forward, the zebra slowly lowered his manacled wrists and reached forward. He grimaced as he grabbed the stallion's sheath. The zebra's grip tightened for a moment.

“You can try, bitch," Restares breathed. “But whatever you do to me, I'll do to you twice over."

Unfortunately, the zebra didn't doubt him anymore. He shook the stallion's sheath to get rid of any drops of urine, aiming it down between them. Three deliberate shakes, then he released it and stepped back. Restares let the criminal go, chain sliding through his digits. He grinned at the zebra with no humor.

“Three shakes means you're playing with it. Didn't your father ever teach you that?"

“Fuck you," Kisabo growled.

“Doubtful," Restares replied. “Now let's get something clear, yeah? The punishment for your crime is to be eaten. That's it. Behave yourself, and we don't have to do shit like this again. But you're not a person anymore. You're meat. Overstep your place, and I'll do whatever I feel like will remind you where you're meant to be, and that's beneath me."

“Yes sir," Kisabo retorted, giving him a mock salute with manacled hands.

Restares cocked his head to the side. “I like that. Call me sir from now on. Everytime you forget… well, I'll remind you. Got it, bitch?"

Kisabo ground his teeth together, but the muscular stallion was clearly waiting for him to answer. Chained to a feral horse, shackled, collared, officially convicted, and outmuscled by a trained knight, there was only one reply.

“I understand, sir."

“Good boy." He dropped the length of chain he'd been holding which connected to the zebra's collar. “Grab Jupiter's reins and take them both into the woods." The horse gestured east. “There should be a stream there. Let them drink, fill our waterskins and some pots, and clean yourself off. You smell disgusting."

Two sentences in and Kisabo was already considering trying to fight the horse again. “Yes sir," he croaked out, turning away before the horse took issue with the burning rage in his face. He gathered up the horse's reins. He noticed Jupiter didn't move until Restares made a signal and clicked his tongue again.

He doubted he could get the stallion to run with him into the woods. The feral was a war-trained mount, and while he'd had precious little experience before this trip, he was beginning to understand he was as trapped as if he'd been stuck in a cell.

He found the creek a little ways into the trees. It flowed quickly, and he was able to fill the waterskins and two pots he'd brought with him. The water was pleasantly cool, and he pressed the skins against his head where Restares had kicked him as the feral horses drank their fill. Finally, he stripped down and scooped water from the stream over his upper body, trying to scrub away the lingering stink.

He dressed himself in the rough woven pants and shirt he'd been allowed to keep and towed the mounts back towards the campfire. Already Restares had a fire going, and was chopping some kind of meat into a pot he'd kept with him. The zebra could see potatoes and carrots already in.

Kisabo dropped the pots and waterskins on the ground and slumped down against a fallen tree trunk near to the fire. He clutched his still aching head as the smells of stew permeated the campsite. It seemed like ages, but thankfully his captor didn't bother speaking to him until he said “Stew's ready."

Head lifting slowly, Kisabo looked up. The horse had ladled a full bowl of the stuff and was handing it towards him, with a rough (and very blunt) wooden spoon.

“I didn't think a guard escorting a condemned prisoner was going to cook him dinner," the zebra said, taking the bowl. “At the least I thought I'd be on half rations or whatever." The horse gave him a pointed look. “Sir," Kisabo finished with a grimace.

“Well I'm not handing you a knife to chop anything, so I cook. And you can take seconds, thirds, whatever."

“Really? I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, but why waste it on a soon to be executed criminal like me?" The zebra's words dripped with sarcasm.

Restares shook his head, mane shifting with the motion. He snorted contemptuously. “You don't get it. You aren't going to the capitol to be executed. You're going to be eaten."

Kisabo slurped down a spoonful of stew, panting slightly at the hot liquid. “Not much difference to me."

“It is to the king. You think he wants to eat some scrawny half starved zebra for breakfast?"

As he stared down at the bowl in his lap, already half empty, Kisabo suddenly felt sick. “You mean you're fattening me up."

“Don't sell yourself short bitch. You're already a good size. Just keeping you… juicy." The zebra looked up at the horse to see him grinning. “What? Its a nice figure."

“And if I refuse to eat?"

Restares shrugged. “You go hungry, I guess." He leaned forward, pointing his own spoon at the zebra. “You really think starving yourself for three days is worth the slim dissatisfaction the lord dragon will feel when you're a few pounds lighter sliding down his throat than you could be?"

The zebra looked down to see his bowl shaking in his grip, stew sloshing to the edges. He fought down the revulsion. This horse would and could knock him senseless. “How can you do it? Leading people to be eaten?"

“You said it yourself. Is it really that different for any of us than the gallows? The only one who really cares is the king. Besides, I'd rather not be the next one between his jaws."

“That's it? Keep yourself alive, and fuck everyone else?"

The horse stood, stretching, placing his empty bowl to the side. “What else is there in life? Take what you want, that's what I learned from the king. You know the old king got chained up to be fed to the dragon by his wife? People are fucked." He glanced at Kisabo. “You're no shining example of civilization, you know. Killed two people getting drunk and fighting? You had to know you couldn't hold your liquor. But what did you do? Get your own and fuck everyone else."

Kisabo sat there, angry. This stupid horse thought they were the same? What had happened in the tavern was an accident. If that stupid dingo had kept his mouth shut the zebra wouldn't have bothered hitting him. This brownnosing guard was leading him, step by step, to his death. It was deliberate, considered. Nothing like the mistakes the zebra had made.

“Better eat up if you're gonna work up a sweat justifying it to yourself."

Kisabo scowled at the horse and finished his stew. Unlike here, he had been half starved in the cells waiting for his judgement. He supposed the horse was right about that at least. Going hungry hardly mattered at this point.

Restares handed him his bowl when he got close, and gestured to a pot of water the zebra had brought up. The wordless command was clear. Kisabo grunted sourly and started cleaning their things, then the stew pot when the knight gestured towards it. It was fully dark by the time he finished. He still felt nasty from pissed on, and washing dishes hadn't helped.

Wearily he looked towards his captor. “Where do I sleep? Do I get a blanket, or does the dragon like his meals half frozen?"

Restares stood calmly from where he'd been laying up against a stump and walked over. Kisabo felt a flash of relief. Maybe he would be unhooked for sleeping? He didn't see how he could manage with this col -

The knight's fist smashed into his face, past his muzzle and into his right eye socket. The zebra reeled, spitting and cursing as he clutched his head.

“You forgot to say 'sir'. You forgot it earlier, too." Kisabo was on his knees now, and he looked up with his one good eye as the horse squatted in front of him. “This is what I get when I try to be nice to you," the knight sighed. “Don't know why I bother, really." Kisabo lunged towards him, all sense forgotten as he tried to grab Restares by the throat.

The horse grabbed his wrists easily, holding him there. The zebra felt a trickle of blood run down into his right eye where his skin had split at the eyebrow. Restares locked eyes with him, intense. Suddenly he was yanked forward as the knight tugged his arms, spinning upright and tossing him headfirst into the stump.

He shielded his face, sliding across the dirt into the dead tree. Before he could get his bearings, he felt a weight settle on the back of his thighs. He tried to turn his head, but a pressure held his neck down, jammed his muzzle into the dirt.

“I told you your only punishment was to be eaten," the horse growled into his ear. “I meant it. What comes next, that's not meant to punish you. Its my reward for having to put up with scum like you, drag you across the kingdom, and cook your fucking dinner."

The weight on the back of Kisabo's legs lifted, only for Restares to pull down the cloth pants he had on. The zebra heard the ragged fabric tear, and he couldn't help a whimper at the sheer humiliation of it all. His furry ass was exposed to the night air for a moment, before a heavy, warm weight blanketed him. Restares kept his muzzle in the ground, but he relaxed the rest of his body so he settled onto his prisoner.

Kisabo felt the warmth and heat from the knight's sheath. They were both equines. He'd been forced to shake his rapist's genitals. He couldn't stop himself from imagining what it looked like as he felt that blunt tip start worming its way free. He felt that leaking length throb, pressing into the crack of his ass. And then up his lower back. And still more kept unsheathing.

“Please!" Kisabo squealed. He gasped out as Restares pressed down on his neck, but he kept trying to speak, spraying dirt from his lips as he cried out. “It won't fit! I'll jerk you off, whatever you want!"

“I want your ass, not some fumbling virgin rubbing me down. Besides, I don't want your grimy little washerwoman mitts near my junk." He pressed down hard as the zebra tried to speak again. “And if you think I'll put my cock between your teeth, you're insane."

The pressure slowly eased up. “Now, I don't mind a little screaming, or the pleas for help and all that. You can even wriggle a bit. But if you actually try to get away, or throw an elbow, I'll fuck your ass bloody. Behave, and I'll use some grease, get you loose with my pre."

Kisabo's breath caught as he felt that thickness on his back drag down slowly. A trail of wetness on his fur proved the horse was leaking heavily. This wasn't purely opportunistic - he was excited by this, raping Kisabo while he held the zebra down in the dirt. He felt the flared tip slip between his cheeks to rest at his hole.

Nothing. The zebra waited, eyes clenched shut, blood from his eyebrow mixing with the dirt as he clenched his teeth, waiting for the pressure and pain.

Nothing. Kisabo felt that dick throb, warm liquid surging over his virgin ass, the steady breathing of the horse pressing his chest into the zebra's back.

Nothing. The zebra carefully breathed out, not daring to speak, afraid of what came next.

Nothing. Kisabo turned his head slightly. “Wha-" Restares shoved his hips forward, cramming his cock down into the zebra. The zebra felt that shaft bend, trying to enter him as he tried to arch his back and yell at the pressure, but the horse would not be denied. The weight and force of the knight's hips finally drove that fat dick through his unwilling hole.

Kisabo wheezed, trying to scream but unable to get air into his lungs as Restares crushed him into the ground. That girthy cock felt like a log being shoved up his ass, splitting him wide open. He felt wetness somewhere below and wondered if the horse really had fucked him bloody.

Kisabo lost track of time as he was rutted into the ground. His own cock stirred briefly, but the overwhelming pressure and pain in his guts destroyed any sense of pleasure he might have gotten from his prostate being stimulated. The zebra had never been so happy to hear another male orgasm as when the knight finally groaned out his release. Liquid warmth burned in Kisabo's colon, and the zebra collapsed once the horse pulled his shaft out.

“Not the worst fuck I've had," Restares commented. Kisabo struggled to turn his muzzle out of the dirt, looking upwards with one eye. Firelight illuminated the horse from one side, causing sharp shadows to cover his body. His dick stood out from his body, bending down under it's own weight. Cum drooled from the end, drizzling down onto the zebra's calf, but Kisabo couldn't summon the energy to move. Restares walked away, his fat sack swaying underneath his swinging cock. He returned shortly with a rough blanket pulled from his saddlebags and tossed it over the zebra. “Never let it be said I'm not a gentle lover."

Kisabo snarled up at him, causing the horse to laugh. “Keep that energy up, bitch. You'll need it tomorrow, and the day after." The knight gripped the base of his shaft and waved it side to side. “I wake up horny, and your ass is the only hole around for miles." Restares took some time to hobble Melinda, the mare still bound to Kisabo. He left his own mount uninhibited, but the stallion stayed close to his mate as Restares went to the other side of the fire to prepare his blankets. Kisabo tried to shift himself into a more comfortable position as the horse put out the fire, but his ass burned if he did anything besides lay on his stomach. Sometime after the waning moon had risen, the zebra finally slept.

He dreamed of a dragon. He hadn't personally seen the monster that terrorized the land, but he'd seen drawings and paintings come from the capitol. He'd grown up hearing stories about the fearsome lizards. Kisabo stood alone on a spire of rock and watched the emerald colored dragon swoop lower and lower, until it banked and flew straight towards him. The zebra stumbled back a step, staring at the widening jaws, flames streaming to the side. His hoof slipped back, hit the edge of the spire. He turned, frantic. There was nowhere to go except a drop into infinity. But as he glanced at the dragon barreling towards him, he knew which choice he'd make. The zebra turned his back and prepared to leap off the edge. He looked down one more time, and to his horror, saw another dragon waiting. The same dragon. Kisabo yelped, shying away, and felt the rush of wind on his back as the other came near, cold and ominous. He screamed as the dragon's jaws closed on his body.

The zebra twitched, his body contorting, but strong arms pinned him. Awareness flooded back. The cold wind on his body was real - Restares had yanked the blanket off him in the cool dawn air. And the pain was real too, because the horse was already pressing his morning wood into the zebra's ass again.

Kisabo yelled out in pain as his abused ass was wrecked a second time in eight hours. The equine knight didn't bother speaking, didn't bother going slow. He shoved inch after inch of his thick shaft into his prisoner's guts. Kisabo felt a tear track down his face as the medial ring slipped in. It didn't take long until Restares was bouncing his fat nuts off the zebra's striped butt. Delirious, Kisabo tried to clench his hole, squeeze the invader out. His efforts were rewarded with a groan as the horse felt his cock get worked over by the condemned zebra. He picked up his pace.

Luckily for Kisabo, the horse wasn't trying to perform, and he didn't drag out the fuck just to hurt his charge. Restares emptied his balls into the zebra quickly, and pulled his cock out just as fast. Staring down at the groaning, curled up male, the knight let himself grin as he surveyed his handiwork. “You're going to have a hell of a time riding Melinda today, if me riding you gave you that much trouble. Go wash off. I'll make you some breakfast."

The next two days were hell for Kisabo. Restares didn't let them dawdle on the trail, but he fucked the zebra every time they stopped. While the horses drank water at lunchtime, the knight bent Kisabo over a farmer's fence. When they stopped in the afternoon to relieve themselves, he unloaded into the prisoner's ass with an arm wrapped around his throat. At dinner both nights, the horse fucked the zebra raw, leaving him shivering and sticky with cum before the knight threw a blanket over the wretch.

Kisabo was happy to see the walls of the capitol come into view. He straightened a little in his saddle, wincing as he did so. Melinda plodded on, but Restares noticed. “Excited to see your new home?" he asked conversationally.

“You're monsters, sir," Kisabo spat. He added the honorific automatically. He didn't let himself think of rebelling anymore. The rejection was instinctive, but he didn't forget the lessons Restares had made him learn. Fighting back made it hurt more. If he gave the horse what he wanted, it was over quicker.

“Because we're going to feed you to a dragon?"

“Don't forget raping condemned prisoners day and night, sir."

“To be honest, your ass was nothing special. I probably will forget it in a couple months. By then, you'll be nothing but a notation in a ledger and a pile of shit."

“You really are monsters," Kisabo whispered. Restares heard anyway, glancing over. He didn't call the horse to task for omitting the sir. Maybe they were so close it hardly mattered.

“Isn't this better than when the lord dragon roamed all over, eating whole villages who'd done nothing wrong? Now he just eats the dregs of society. Murderers. Rapists."

“Then why hasn't he eaten you, sir?"

“Those are legal definitions, bitch. Fucking you raw every day isn't rape, because you stopped being a person when that judge hit his gavel. And I've never been a murderer."

The two equines passed under the gates into the city. The guards on either side recognized Restares, or the symbol on his clothes, and let them pass through. Kisabo had never been in the capitol. He stared at the people passing around their mounts in droves. And he noticed, immediately, that all of them treated him like he didn't exist. Just like his hometown, their eyes slid over him as though he wasn't there.

His captor walked his horse closer to the zebra so he could speak quietly. “They don't like to acknowledge it," he commented. “You want to be mad at someone? Be mad at them. They know where you're going. They're just glad its not them. At least I don't pretend like it isn't happening."

Kisabo tried to meet their eyes, but nobody would. Birds, felines, canines, cervids, their gazes slid right past him. “What could they do anyway, sir? They couldn't fight him, could they?"

“Nope," Restares replied, settling comfortably in his saddle as they pulled away from the crowds to the palace at the center of the city. “The lord dragon got fat on the knights sent to kill him. Nobody stood a chance. The late king's son got himself fucked and eaten, and the current second in command is the only survivor of a whole group of knights who tried to ambush the dragon."

“Then what are they supposed to do? What are any of us supposed to do, sir?"

“I told you already," the knight said. “Fuck everyone else and take your own. I was part of the late queen's retinue to deliver her surrender to the lord dragon. He overpowered all of us, ate half the people present. He made me fuck the late king down his throat. I got mine."

They stopped in front of a side door into the palace grounds. Guards came forward and took their mounts, with Restares unhooking the chain and holding it himself. He yanked on it, pulling the zebra by his neck as he led him through the chambers.

“So what happens now, sir?"

“You're food." The horse pulled him along at a decent pace, forcing the abused prisoner to step quickly.

“I meant like, when will it happen? Will I have a chance to plead my case, sir?"

Restares stopped in front of a door much like any other and gave him an odd look. “Breakfast doesn't ask for clemency." He shoved open the door, and the zebra got pulled through before he could step in himself. He stumbled to a stop, gazing up at the sight in front of him. Because the dragon was here.

The emerald serpent was massive. Bigger than his worst nightmares, glimmering in sunlight streaming through windows set into a domed ceiling. Wicked horns swept back along the huge head which turned towards him. The eyes shimmered a slightly lighter shade of green as they focused on the zebra. It stood on all four legs, though its tail curved sinuously around its back legs and its wings were furled tightly on its back. Glancing along the beast's form, the zebra noticed a heavy sheath in between its legs before his attention was pulled back to the scaled muzzle coming closer to him.

Hot air washed across him as the dragon snorted. “What have you brought me, Restares?" Kisabo flinched at the resonant voice as it rumbled through him, shaking his whole body.

The knight had gone down to one knee next to him. “Breakfast, my lord."

“Excellent. Remove his clothes and the chain."

Kisabo jumped as the horse stood and grabbed the back of his ragged trousers. “Wai-" Restares yanked backwards, tearing the poor fabric off his body leaving him nude. Only now did Kisabo notice another male horse, well dressed in comparison to Restares. A female goat stood there as well. Both glanced at his naked body, but their expressions were of detached curiosity.

As Restares removed his collar, Kisabo looked back at the dragon. “My lord, I beg for mercy and forgiven-"

One huge paw lashed out, grabbing Kisabo's whole body. The zebra screamed as he was tossed into the air. The world spun around him for a moment before he landed on something soft, wet, and warm. Rank, humid air filled his nose. The zebra pushed himself up on his elbows on the dragon's tongue, looking around at the inside of the fanged muzzle. “Oh no," he whispered.

The jaws snapped shut, trapping him in darkness. Before he could move, the massive tongue rolled beneath him, shoving Kisabo back towards the monster's throat. He screamed, completely disoriented and lost. His muzzle was pressed into wet flesh, his body bent and squeezed into the waiting gullet. Despite the dragon's size, his throat was constricting around the zebra. Powerful rippling muscle pulsed around his body as the new king gulped, sending his breakfast down to his stomach where it belonged.

Kisabo was weeping as he squeezed through a sphincter to his new and temporary home. Stinging acids burned all around him as the dragon's ravenous guts processed his arrival. The zebra couldn't get enough purchase to stand in the slippery cavern. He felt rumbling vibrations throughout the dragon's body as it spoke, although he couldn't understand the words. A deeper, more rhythmic pulsing came from the beast's heart. That was it. Devoured, treated like a strip of jerky. Nobody would remember him. Nobody would miss him.

Something changed, a subtle shifting around him. Another vibration, more sound coming through a little clearer. A sudden jolt of movement, and then the dragon settled again. And Restares heard a voice. It was pitch black, impossible to see, but then the zebra heard cursing. The voice came loud and clear as someone else joined the zebra in the stomach.

The cavernous opening was only cavernous compared to the tight throat they'd arrived in. The newcomer immediately slipped along the acid coated stomach and crashed into Kisabo. Whoever it was, they were at least his size, and male, judging from the deep pitch of the voice.

“What the fuck! Are you alive?"

“Yes I'm alive, moron! That's why I'm shoving you!" Kisabo replied.

“Fucking hell, not like this!" The newcomer started screaming curses, throwing their limbs around. A hoof planted into Kisabo's cheek.

“Shut up! And stop squirming!" the zebra yelled.

“And what? Wait to digest? I have to get out of here. Stay still, let me try to push off you and find the damn throat. I'm gonna crawl up and choke this -"

Kisabo yanked hard on the other's leg as he tried to step on the zebra for purchase, pulling the two of them into a squirming, cursing pile. “Fuck off! You're not using me as a stepping stone to get out of here."

The two began wrestling for real. A strong arm wrapped around Kisabo's legs. The zebra felt some kind of heavy sheath press into his back as they contorted and thrashed around. But Kisabo was weakened, after being raped and dragged through the palace. And he could feel the acid working over his body. Just a few minutes in the stomach longer than the newcomer and his eyes burned, fur falling off in patches while his skin began to scream in pain.

More struggling, Kisabo gasping for air, until the other male got to his back, heads aligned. That same strong arm wrapped around his throat. The zebra tried to mimic Restares and drop his chin, but he coughed, gagging on the poison air and giving the other an opening to complete the hold.

“Fuck," the male panted. "My fur is fucking melting. You cocksucker, you made me roll in this shit." The grip tightened. Kisabo's vision was already black. His eyes burned - they might not even work anymore, the zebra couldn't tell without light.

A slight lessening of the chokehold let Kisabo gasp for breath. “I'm really gonna die here," the male behind him said. Kisabo tried to nod. The grip tightened again. “Well, if I'm gonna die, I might as well do what the fucking badger said. Time to take what I want."

Kisabo flailed as he felt something harden against his ass. Not again, he thought. Not like this.

The dragon's second course didn't bother speaking again. He saved his labored breathing for grunts and panting as he shoved his cock into the zebra he still held in a chokehold. Kisabo could barely feel it. His whole body burned. He didn't even know what species was fucking him to death. His lungs burned, the arm around his throat preventing him from breathing. His muzzle was pressed into the stomach walls anyway. He could feel his lips starting to melt. Sensation began to fade as he was digested. The last thing he felt was an almost pleasant warmth inside him as the unknown male got his last orgasm. Then he must have pulled out, because a different heat burned in through his ass as the dragon's digestive acids worked their way inside his abused hole. Kisabo fell unconscious, and his rapist soon followed. And the dragon was content.